Steve could have stopped—he knew that—but he didn't care anymore.
The pleasure, the rhythm, the heat of the moment had consumed him completely.
It wasn't just his mind lost to the sensation—Tonya's was, too.
Her eyes fluttered shut, her throat working around him with each deep thrust as he drove more of his cock into her mouth.
The sound of her gags only spurred him on, hips moving in a relentless rhythm.
Saliva spilled from her lips, trailing messily down her chin and onto her chest, glistening against her skin.
But Steve didn't slow down. He kept thrusting his cock further, lost in the raw, mind-numbing ecstasy of using her mouth for his pleasure.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Tonya's lips worked hungrily around him, her mouth a wet, eager heat that welcomed every thick inch Steve fed her.
He groaned low, hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust plunging deeper into the warmth of her throat.
